When I started working, I have few goals that I want to fulfill with my salary.
Pay my study loan, buy new hand phone, buy new laptop, get my own car, travel and many more.
I have this dream to surprise my parents with a weekend getaway or trips to anywhere cheap. *sigh*. The perfect scenario would be telling them, "We're going to ... this weekend, ready?" and I've been telling them not to be surprise whenever I will say that and just be prepared. HAHA.Abah always reminds me about his angan-angan to go to Jakarta whenever we are financially ready. And being a good daughter, I always wait for any airlines promo to buy the tickets for three of us. But then again, I always missed it because of my financial. *of course lah kan*
So, recently in August I went to Thailand with my friends, you can read our journey here, written by one of #TeamAADB.After waiting for months (we bought the ticket in March), and a few hectic weeks at work, the time has finally came.Okay, this trip I conclude it as a birthday trip for the August babies and I'm glad I said YES when TS asked me to join this trip. Thailand has been always in my travel list.
Hence, for my birthday, I think, I need a birthday trip as well! Couldn't find any cheap ticket for three of us, sad. To cut the story short, I asked abah to drive us to Brunei.
Why Brunei? First, Brunei is not a stranger to us. We've been there forI-don't-know-how-many-times already. Brunei used to be our second home when my sister and her family lives there. We went there almost every weekend, hence abah knows the journey really well(okay, not really lah. but he speaks really good Bruneian, he sounds like local!)
Nothing much on the celebration, I just want to spend time with my parents overseas. ehem. Well, other than that, I just want my passport get stamped. With 7 stamps from different post (total 14 back and forth), at least two pages are needed. *grins*Being in Brunei definitely brought back the memories(nasi katok at pasar malam Gadong is still $1, omg omg). Andddd guess what? Since it's my birthday trip, I bought my first birthday gift (yes, this year, I bought few gifts for myself).
Here's a funny story. Or something to think about.I've been eyeing the watch when I first saw it in Bangkok. HA! pasar malam only.It was only 100 Baht which equals RM11-12. In Brunei it's $10 which equals to RM30-32.
So, guess who has a new watch now? Bought in Brunei. Hmm.
Oh, and I bought a new hand phone as well. Phew! After four yearsjourney with the old one, thank you. What a journey we had!Oman, Dubai, Korea, Thailand, Brunei. Eh.
After the Brunei trip (#BirthdayTrip), on my birthday (it was also a public holiday, on Monday. yup, no Monday blues), it was the usual birthday celebration with the family. We MAKAN! Then later that night, my best friend tried to surprise me, and surprisingly failed because she started spilling it out and I found out her effort for the surprise and sudden changed of places, here and there,I have a very interesting best friend, peeps. In the end, we settled with Starbucks at the airport. And one by one my closest friends came just the thought of having coffee on a Monday night. Don't judge my friends for not knowing my birthday -- HAHA. just being with them that night, made my day. I had a great laugh, a perfect end for my birthday. (and missed one episode of scarlet heart ryeo)
And I thank to everyone who wished me (thank you lah facebook, you've done a good job) and of course who don't need a facebook reminder, you guys deserve my hugsss. teeheee! For all the sincere doas, and all the unexpected gifts, thank you. I appreciate itvery much.
I'm sorry for the long post. I just miss writing. Twitter has its character limit. Facebook is too crowded (oh well, this post is public as well. hmm. but nobody reads this anywhere), Tumblr is strictly for talking images(talking about mine here), Instagram is quite private as well, so here I am.
Goodbye.(I better start saving to fulfill the trips with my parents)
Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending.
Every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule.
But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs.
How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave.
And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future.
Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on.
Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.